“Please, Leo” “Please, What?” he asked. “Please stop teasing.” “You seem like you are enjoying it,” he replied, smug. “More! Mor... fingers! I need More!” “Ahh! I see,” He said, like he didn't know what I meant. Then he stuck two fingers in, moving them in and out. “More?” he asked. “More, Faster!” He put three fingers inside pushing them fast and hard. Soon my world shattered. “Now you are ready,” He said, looking at me with hunger. I thought at this point that he meant to finally fuck. I imagined being turned on by the sight of her sucking me dry. She pulled free and I stumbled back to the wall not able to stand straight up yet. I watched her walk over to him and pull his towel free and lower to her knees and took him in her mouth. His head fell back, and he sprawled into the wall and then the chair. He sat and she really went to work on him. She sucked him all the while humming an unfamiliar tune. She pulled him down the length of the chair and lifted his leg giving her. He wanted to have a peek but was afraid, if it would be safe or he would be caught. Marley had a kind of very dry smile on her face, making Dustin more turned on. Just acting to wipe the sweat off his forehead, as he looked up a little, he saw her reach down and adjust the bikini over her crotch affording him a quick view of dark black patch of her very closely trimmed pubic hair. He was kind of upset on himself for getting so turned on by his sister. This was not fair, Marley was not helping. I do!!!!!'But it wasn't her perpetually itchy middle-aged "kitty" that got Mrs. McCarthy bounced from the job as principal of my high school. It was an addiction of another kind, entirely; the craving of power.Two.George Bell wanted to be a Congressman. I'm not sure if that is in his favor or against it, but the portly car dealership owner had his sights set on Washington, and getting elected to the local school board was Step One. Not especially bright or wise or public-spirited, Bell was at.